Trying to buy the School (part 3)

The yellow border marks the boundary

I drove down to Stanstead the morning of my flight and made it with plenty of time to spare despite several accidents on the M6. The flight was simple and I made it to E's place in time for a beer and chat before hitting the sack with much excitement about the next day.

That night I lay listening to the crickets making a racket in the garden and was unable